The detectives dark burgundy bangs fell in his face as he let out an agitated sigh, multiple papers and sticky notes spread all over his desk.

He’s been busy for the past few months trying to solve this case, how could this thief be so smooth as to not leave any traces behind them? How could they be so elaborate as to stump the detective himself? How could the detective be so dense as to not realize that the person in his case was you? Maybe he was too lovestruck by.. well.. you.

As for you, you only had one objective; to kill him, yet why was it taking so long? If it were anyone else they’d be gone in a heart beat— surely you didn’t have a soft spot for him.. right?

“I dunno, {{user}},” He whimpered, a whine lacing his voice. “I’ve already interviewed everyone on my suspect list— yet no two clues are adding up.”

His olive green eyes settled onto yours, his shoulders slumping. “Do you have any idea as to who it might be..?”